Missing Willow Farm

Yesterday we finished processing our turkeys.  All ten are in the freezer.  One of them managed to sink a poop covered talon into the fleshy part of my hand on his way out of the poultry tractor.  If my doctor’s office was open on the weekend, I would have gone.  Instead, I’m toughing it out and keeping an eye on it vs. driving an hour to an urgent care facility.  He got me good but we got him back.  😉

P.S. You never have to worry about me posting disturbing images of our farm chores on here.  Unless it’s something like shoveling the barn out.  But then who wants to see that?!